Silversun Pickups – The Pit

I’m marching by a branches in a fit of wanderlust
To see we in a black hole reaching out for something just
Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust

I’m certain we commend my sound and we listened about a Pit
Been told to be fearful of all that lives within
But it’s most worse where we are
So will we go for it?

I have a feeling we might
Feeling we might

Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
With unwashed fingers
We’ll bury a lie

Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
We’ll bury a lie
Bury a lie

Now we decrease down a mountain to a glow with a crowd
The flutter becomes thicker as we bottom out
The residents don’t even notice a remarkable shouts

When your eyes can adjust and we see what’s in view
Discolored and distempered smiles that seen you
Do we comprehend we were all once like you?

I have a feeling we might
Feeling we might

Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
With unwashed fingers
We’ll bury a lie

Somebody somewhere
Will purify out your wounds
We’ll bury a lie
Bury a lie

No, no
No one comes
No one goes
No, no
No one comes
No one goes

Running lies my sound and we listened about a Pit
Been told to be fearful of all that comes within

We can speak about it later
But we consider you’ve given in
We can speak about it later
But we consider you’ve given in

I had a feeling we might
Bury a lie
Oh, oh

Silversun Pickups – Simmer

Where it starts
And where it ends
Is here in my bedroom

Chatter from vents
Is a usually thing seeping through

I see spiders defend
The same space I’m vital in
I should be calmer to mend
The difference are mattering

What am we watchful for?
Somebody to mangle in
What am we aiming towards?
A quarrel that never ends
What am we acid for?
A light to gleam again

A wordless curtain
Still a world’s still grinning
I need a clever arm my friend
To keep me from simmering

What am we watchful for?
Somebody to mangle in
What am we aiming towards?
A quarrel that never ends
What am we acid for?
A light to gleam again

Nothing’s coming
Nothing’s coming
Nothing’s coming

If we get up
I’ll let this end
Where do we begin?

What am we watchful for?
Somebody to mangle in
What am we aiming towards?
A quarrel that never ends
What am we acid for?
A light to gleam again

Nothing’s coming
Nothing’s coming
Nothing’s coming
Nothing’s coming
Nothing’s coming

That’s where it starts
That’s where it ends
That’s where it starts
That’s where it ends
That’s where it starts
And where it ends

Silversun Pickups – Seasick

What can we do
To make this worse?
Where can we lay down
A sweeping of depressed leaves
Too skinny to sweep

Scatter dry heaves
My mill mixture
Floor play keep relocating in
Ruptured on casualties
No immunity

At slightest that’s how it seems

Don’t make a sound
It throws me off
My core of
Gravity is lost
Don’t feign alarms
Don’t summons off
Don’t make a sound
It throws me off

Branches enclose
These walls won’t hold
Turn tail from a parallel
The roots of your family tree
Or let them see

Cause I’m buried too deep

Don’t make a sound
It throws me off
My core of
Gravity is lost
Don’t feign alarms
Don’t summons off
Don’t make a sound
It throws me off

If we usually knew
Trying to move
Trying to move
Keep my conduct high
We done a life
We done a life
Visualize
Objects in sky
Objects in sky
If we usually knew
Thought this would leave us
On a ground, we will
Taste this,
On a ground, we will
Be there,
On a ground, waiting
Patient
On a ground

She sways over to me
Pointing overboard
But we can’t see nothing

She sways over to me
She’s still going on
But we can’t hear anything

She sways over to me
Pointing overboard
But we can’t see nothing

She sways over to me
She’s still going on
But we can’t hear anything

Don’t make a sound
It throws me off
My core of
Gravity is lost
Don’t feign alarms
Don’t summons off
Don’t make a sound
It throws me off

Silversun Pickups – Ribbons & Detours

I can’t trust it, we of all things
It’s been a while; memories hold some kind of anthem
Lingering, images settle internally

Ribbons and detours meant zero to me
Swaying a sentiments, pulling a strings
Tempting me softly, though murdering a dream
You pronounced it’s over though maybe…
It’s a same aged thing

I can’t trust it, we of all things
Coming in homage, divergent needs
Intimate outlies, weakening
Tranquilize slowly, inside of me

Ribbons and detours meant zero to me
Swaying a sentiments, pulling a strings
Tempting me softly, though murdering a dream
You pronounced it’s over though maybe…
It’s a same aged thing

I gave a softest parts, trumped by a darkest parts
Whispered a proposal parts, done of maudlin scenes

Ribbons and detours meant zero to me
Swaying a sentiments, pulling a strings
Tempting me softly, though murdering a dream
You pronounced it’s over though maybe…
It’s a same aged thing
It’s a same aged thing
It’s a same aged thing
It’s a same aged thing

Silversun Pickups – Out Of Breath

Forgive me, pardon me
If we seem alarmed
I had a quiescent moment
No harm’s done

You see right by a million
Words that we harrowed
And built of plateau of shrapnel
I’ve done my mind up, my mind up
Because a line drawn in a sand’s wrong

Where all a pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions

And we contend a word and we will come
With rude clouds of woe
Out of exhale though not alone

Forgive me, pardon me
If I’m true for awhile
I done a poisonless process
That is removing old

I always breeze up
With boxed-up over crinkles
A motive, motives
I’ve done my mind up, my mind up
And we could caring reduction who’s incited off

Where all a pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions

And we contend a word and we will come
With rude clouds of woe
Out of exhale though not alone

Who’s incited off
Who’s incited off

They always contend “Hooray!”
It has to leave us
You were not alone when
We have been stretched too far

Where all a pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions
It’s like we’re passed once more

But we contend a word and we will come
With rude clouds of woe
Out of exhale though not alone

Silversun Pickups – Mean Spirits

Back in bendings
Am simply amused
Back stop calling
We’re using out of room

Mouth in pointy pen
Little grooves on display
But I’m still waiting
For something good to say

Mean spirits are high
Mean spirits high

Please go on and on
This beauty and your venom
I adore to play and sing along
I adore to play and sing along

Too late to decide
My lips are open wide
I adore to play and sing along
I adore to play and sing along

You glance during my shoulders
Are we astounded to see?
One some-more tempo
The angel we should be

Mean spirits are high
Mean spirits high

Please go on and on
This beauty and your venom
I adore to play and sing along
I adore to play and sing along

Too late to decide
My lips are open wide
I adore to play and sing along
I adore to play and sing along

High, high…

Please keep going on
Oh my honeyed venom
I adore to play and sing along
I adore to play and sing along

Too late to decide
My lips are open wide
I adore to play and sing along
I adore to play and sing along

Silversun Pickups – Here We Are (Chancer)

Here we are
Underneath a million leaves
In shadows of
Compromising scenes

But now with your
A dream this would be
Steamier

But we got one possibility to pierce you
One possibility to pierce you
So here we are

I’m using out
A source to let we down
I can call it all
Or benefit aloft ground

Look overdrawn
Is all that so round
Is it easier

If it’s a right time to remove you
Right time to remove you
So here we are

Here we are
Here we are
Here we are
Here we are

I got one possibility to pierce you
One possibility to pierce you
Is it a right time to remove you
Right time to remove you

Silversun Pickups – Dots And Dashes (Enough Already)

So we wanna disaster with me?
Caught me in a wordless scream
Heat stuffing adult my cheeks
Not accurately what we think
See we in a room subsequent door
Your feet boyant above a floor
Dress ripped above your knees
Like you’ve owned it for centuries

Dots and dashes on a wall
You tell me about a falls
Of kingdoms and champions
You’ve seen a thousand times before
I’ll uncover we my private things
Like my scrapbook of fantasies
You contend we demeanour a small too green
For saying

I’m already born
I’m already wise
I’m already worn
I’m already wonderin’ what am I
I’m already rough
I’m already lean
I’m already wanting to be obscene
I’m already cursed
I’m already dry
I’m already wonderin’ what am I
I’ve already schooled a bit of sin
Enough already, let me in

We vigilance in a moonbeam
I desire we to follow me
You contend that I’ll be surprised
At a codes in a sunrise
But if we don’t like what we see
And my hold starts loosening
The corner of a large reveal
Could be a finish of a story

I only saw innocence
Spinning around, spinning around
Should we step in?
And bake it all down
Burn it all away

I’m already born
I’m already wise
I’m already worn
I’m already wonderin’ what am I
I’m already rough
I’m already lean
I’m already wanting to be obscene
I’m already cursed
I’m already dry
I’m already wonderin’ what am I
I’ve already schooled a bit of sin
Enough already, let me in

We vigilance in a moonbeam
I desire we to follow me
You contend that I’ll be surprised
At a codes in a sunrise
But if we don’t like what we see
And my hold starts loosening
The corner of a large reveal
Could be a finish of a story

Silversun Pickups – Busy Bees

I heart metal
I heart wine
More so when they’re combined

The timber that scares me
Saved my life
Lesson schooled after twice

The trees are blinking bright
I shake in a rhythmic light
Never felt anything like
The cold of these dull spaces

Fog from bottles
End of light
Don’t start creation gears grind

The behind highway findings
Could change my mind
Busy bees don’t unequivocally fly

If we could only delayed down
And baloney on blank pages
Who would we write it for
And who would write it for me
For me
For me now

Some people wait only for a small bit
Why can’t we wait only for a small bit?

The trees are blinking bright
I shake in a rhythmic light
Never felt anything like
The cold of these dull spaces

If we could only delayed down
And baloney on blank pages
Who would we write it for
And who would write it for me
For me
For me now

Some people wait only for a small bit
Why can’t we wait for a small bit?

Some people wait only for a small bit
Some people wait only for a small bit
Some people wait only for a small bit
Why can’t we wait for a small bit?

Silversun Pickups – Bloody Mary (Nerve Endings)

Drown we out
And left we with a sounds
We’ll spoil good nights
Replacing lullabies

How could they never notice?
What they planted in your spades
See we shouting in a picture
But we know what’s out of frame

You hardly cried
But we done it out alive
And I’m so proud
That you’re in my hands now

If we grew adult together
You would find it’s not a same
I wish to burst inside that picture
Show we what we’ll gain

If we can stay here prolonged enough
We can play with Bloody Mary
Say her name into a dark
Activate a haughtiness endings

If we can stay here prolonged enough
We can play with Bloody Mary
She can follow us by a dark
Activate a haughtiness endings

If we’ll stay…

I’ll never let them get closer
Or showering we with any blame
Now we dance in a possess picture
Where a manners have changed

If we can stay here prolonged enough
We can play with Bloody Mary
Say her name into a dark
Activate a haughtiness endings

If we can stay here prolonged enough
We can play with Bloody Mary
She can follow us by a dark
Activate a haughtiness endings

If we’ll stay…

Silversun Pickups – Broken Bottles

Broken bottles underneath a sink
I’m kissing babies with marriage rings
Elaboration creates me think
Of damaged bottles underneath a sink

Dear God, can we cut in line?
Dear God, am we wasting my time?

Broken bottles underneath a skin
The exasperation pushes a pin
I can’t means to keep it thin
The damaged bottles underneath a skin

Dear God, can we cut in line?
Dear God, am we wasting my time?

All damaged bottles behind a scene
I’m stuffing your conduct with kerosene
Intoxicated on self esteem
All damaged bottles behind a scenes

And now we’re respirating in a policy
Keep removing bludgeoned by a policy
Our bad small damaged policy
Now because a ruin is this all happening?

Dear God, can we cut in line?
Dear God, am we wasting my time?

Can we reason on to me
Cause all is falling in denial
While my teeth keep on chattering
How can we leave,
When a blood’s adult to my knees
And a doors of cement
It’s never ending

I don’t wish to relive this
I don’t wish to relive it
I don’t wish to relive this
I don’t wish to relive it
I don’t wish to relive this
I don’t wish to relive it